If I grow up, can I be like you?

Jill is my little sister. I'm pretty sure she doesn't like being the little sister. You know... no matter how old you are... you are the youngest. You need to be taken care of. People somehow think they need to watch out for you.

Well, that's not the case with Jill. Jill is a successful business woman. People call her with questions of how to handle things and what to do about problems at work. She is highly respected and admired in her community.

She could be an interior decorator and a fashion designer. I wish I would have taken pictures of her house while I was there. So classy and yet...comfortable.

She has traveled the world and viewed Theatre in Broadway, London, Seattle and beyond. She took my kids to see Joseph and the technicolor dream coat. She has taken me to Beauty and the Beast, Wicked, and Les Miserables. Before she showed me the light, I didn't care if I never saw anything like that. I have changed. Now I want to see them all.

Jill is also an avid genealogist. She has compiled at least two books of family history and tells stories of ancestors from several generations in a way that you feel she truly knows them. Because of her, we have all been able to know and appreciate our heritage!

I got to spend some time with Jill on my recent trip to Utah and I've decided I want to be like her when I grow up. (Wait, she's my little sister....hmmmm)

This is Jill eating gelato at Harmon's in Draper.

(Oh I have a whole entry planned on the joys of gelato!!

...Another day, another day...)